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a sacred remembrance
WHEN WITH-OUT BEADS
FINGERS OR TOES
🌿 A Sacred Remembrance
For Grandmother
Red hair like a flame,
Spirit like the wind,
Love that was never still!
🕊️ The Garden of Time
Time isn’t quiet, it spins, it flies,
with flour-dusted hands and LOVE in Her eyes.
A biscuit rising, a trail of smoke,
red hair blazing, full of hope.
She drove that Big Red like it had wings,
took corners sharp as the radio sings.
Juicy Fruit smiles and 7up fizz,
a Garden of Love in all She did.
Worms dug up with muddy hands,
fishing past midnight, no need for plans.
Crochet needles in Sacred Swirl,
mending Time in a spinning World.
Goddess of Summer, Light, and Bloom,
Queen of the Hearth, of every room.
Guardian of Marriage, Laughter, and Lace,
with Dragonflies Dancing in Her Grace.
🧿 She wore them close, those sacred beads,
etched with symbols, stories, seeds.
Indigenous Lines, Ancestral Grace,
each mark a prayer, each curve a trace.
Now draped on me, they hum Her song
a strand of Love that still feels strong.
Now I stir, I plant, I sew, I roam
Her Love still roots me, calls me home.
Like the day the Dragonflies spun through the Light,
shedding their wings into my sight.
LA UNIDAD DE TODAS LAS COSAS!
The Unity of All Things
